A Literal Scrapbook

by Claire Whitmore

A scrapbook is messy, it's full of everything, an essence of what was. It has the smiles, the sadness and the moments when you laugh for no good reason and just want to be with someone loved. This is the Marauder's scrapbook, literally. It's a big bundle of warm fuzzy blankets, cheap wine and the comic section of the paper on a rainy day, just in the form of drabbles. R/S and J/L

101. Kids

It was the hottest week in summer the year Harry was born. Lily had been charmed an invisible breeze to flow around the room as she lay in her armchair that was given to her by Lily's parents when they died. Being heavily pregnant and overdue by several days, she felt that is was suitable for her own sanity and for those around her that she was comfortable. She was wearing one of James' overused quidditch merchandised shirts that read "Save a broom, ride a quidditch player!" in bright yellow printing. She was doing all of these things and trying to take a restful nap when her water broke.

Several bloody –quite literally- and cuss word filled hours later, Harry James Potter was born and the Potter house was abundant with their closest friends and those in the loop with the secret charm cast over their house.

"I hate kids…"Sirius muttered darkly, his jawline rippled with five o'clock shadow that had been there for several days now and was verging on becoming a fully grown beard. His eyes were hollow.

Lily shot him a look that immediately suggested not to insult anything that Lily's body had just spent nine months and six days making then spent another five hours trying to bring her creation into the world. Sirius knew better than to cross with a sleep deprived and hormone filled woman.

"No!" Sirius said, horrified at what he had just said "I just like the small ones."

"Babies?" Lily suggested.

"Yep." Sirius nodded. "I hate the older ones though."

"Teenagers?" James asked.

"Bit older."

Remus frowned. "Our age?"

"Nope." Sirius thought. "Older."

"Sirius," Remus pronounced every syllable slowly and carefully, trying not to hurt Sirius. "we're the borderline of youth, we're not legally minors anymore either."

"Wait, did I say kids?" Sirius' eyes widened. "I meant old people, like Dumbledore's age. But not Dumbledore, just other people his age."

"What about Bathilda Bagshot?!" James defended, he had always been fond of Bathilda. "And my parents?"

"Oh I love them, just other people their age, like my parents." Sirius said.

"Those are all the old people you know, Sirius." Lily reminded politely. "And you like most of them."

"You know what I mean." Sirius shrugged.

"No, no I don't."

Sorry to everyone that got the email –if you did get one- about chapter 101, I did post it I just deleted it after fifteen minutes. I didn't really want anyone seeing a 1,300 long drabble about a suicidal Dear Book entry. It was really bad. Really bad.

Leave some in hate for me if you did want to see a suicidal Sirius.